Saturday, April 12, 2014 @ 6:00 pm we host our 2nd Annual Phoenix Rising 5K. Come and stand in solidarity with victims and survivors of Sexual Assault. See my Reflections Psychotherapy FB Page for registration and sponsorship information. I look forward to your presence and participation in squashing the silence of trauma.
It is honestly difficult to remember the first time I spoke the words, “He hurt me” with out the memory being encapsulated in a snow globe. I watch it play itself out; nothing exists except for my house on Mosswood Drive, me, my mother and a Strawberry Shortcake suitcase. It is not uncommon for a trauma victim to have memories that can only be remembered as if you are a third party, a ghost, entering into the memory watching your physical self play it out while you loom overhead. Your emotional Self hangs out above, floating and separate from you. For what ever reason, this particular memory is even more distant, yet at the same time, in a snow globe’s tomb, immortalized in my mind.
I was eleven or twelve years old. We had moved from a condo in my home town to a rental house, now renting with my…
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